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“We have to track down his bike,” Louana said, walking over to wipe down the window ledge she’d braced her hands on, and the pull she’d opened the window with.
“Behind the dumpster a couple buildings down,” Voss said, reminding me again how good he was at this shit, how much longer he’d been in the criminal world than I had. “Did you touch anything on your way in?”
“I was dragged in,” I told him.
The only answer I got to that was some sort of growl.
“Bathroom?”
“No.”
“Jewelry?”
“Wore gloves,” I told him. “Don’t know where those are.”
“In a bag in the van,” Voss said, shrugging.
“I touched shit in the van, though,” I told him.
“Okay. You good?” he asked, looking over at Louana.
“Yeah. I didn’t touch much,” she admitted as she finished wiping off the chain even though it was too textured to really hold onto a print.
“Then we’re out,” Voss said. “You good to walk?” he asked as he took the gun from Louana and tucked it into the bag, holding it from the bottom because it was sure to break with all the weight.
For a couple minutes, sure.
Then I was pretty sure the adrenaline was going to wear off and I was going to be in fucking agony.
“It’s not far,” Louana assured me as she came up to my side, lifted my arm, and draped it over her shoulders. “Let’s go,” she added, half pulling me along with her as we fell into step behind Voss.
We moved down the hallway I’d been dragged through and out into the main space.
Where everyone seemed to have been picked off in their sleep save for one of the guys who was shot dead halfway across the room. Like he’d heard a commotion in the back room, and was on his way to investigate.
Voss moved through the room like he didn’t even see the bodies, but I saw an equally impressed wide-eyed look on Louana’s face as I felt as we moved out of the building entirely.
Each step down the road toward Louana’s car felt more and more like torture until, finally, we were there.
“Sit. Don’t object. We get it. You’re a big, strong guy. Now sit down before you fall down,” Louana insisted, nearly shoving me into the passenger seat.
I watched as Voss tucked the bag of shit into the trunk of Louana’s car before he came back.
“Circling back to clean out the van and find your shirt,” he told me. “Then I am going to check in with the crew and get some antiseptic supplies. Tell me about the hotel.”
“Booked it under a fake name and ID. Close match, but not my actual picture.”
“Good. Leave anything there?”
“I took it all,” Louana said as she slid into the driver’s seat.
“Got the card?” he asked.
“Yeah, here,” she said even as I reached for my wallet to give him mine too.
“I’ll check out on the TV and drop ‘em in the lobby,” he said. “After I give it a wipe down.”
“Thanks, man,” I said, giving him a nod.
